This weekend we had a belated celebration for Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. Each respective weekend did not work out for a full celebration, we went to eat but Alex had to work through both. So this Saturday I took advantage of some gift certificates to a spa in town and got a massage and facial. When asked what problem areas I had, I simply stated that I had a 6 month old son who had reeked havoc on my once decent body and skin. That was enough said. It was sooo lovely. I felt pampered and relaxed when my boys came to pick me up.
Then we headed out to the Taste of Texas steakhouse. It is outside the loop and pretty trashy. There is really no other way to say it. It is one step up from Steak n’ Ale. Which is fine, obviously – let’s keep in mind one of my favorite restaurants is Chilli’s – but don’t try to be fancy with your fake flowers and fake Texas memorabilia. We were there by 5:00 and we had to wait 15 minutes. Both of us were shocked, we do not see how it fills up so early! I will say that I did enjoy the salad bar and Alex really liked his steak. So I will stop before I sound like a complete snob. And we all know I like to have something to talk about.
Luckily Zach had on his fake camo for the fun.
Does this photo freak anyone else out? Liv took it last weekend and I swear this is what Zach will look like when he is four. I already can’t believe he is six months old this week – I don’t need him looking like a little boy. Luckily in person he is still stuffing everything into his mouth and screeching a lovely high pitched noise just to show that he can do it. A small comfort to me.
“Fever!…In the morning, fever all through the night.” I wonder what it says about my mothering when the first thing that popped into my head when Zach had a fever Monday morning was to sing “Fever!” to my hot, hot child. Apparently, I can not hear the word fever without beginning to snap and sing the song. Some dancing did accompany as well- all of which did amuse Zach at least. Once I focused back on my child he got some Tylenol and a day home from daycare. Just like his father though, you would not have known anything was wrong with him aside from the flushed cheeks. He was playing in his jumper and smiling. The fever only lasted another day and he was back to normal. But I am still singing the song.
Aren’t Daddies great? I mean who else tosses you around, let’s you eat whatever you want for breakfast AND lets you dress yourself when you are obviously too young? We are so lucky to have Papa Wayne and Grandpa Vince in our lives. Zach is incredible blessed to have two granddads that think he hung the moon and will show him how to hang other things once he can hold a hammer.
I would like to note that finding a picture of Papa Wayne to include was virtually impossible. Papa Wayne likes to be doing the photographing not the other way around. On the contrary, there were ample pictures of Grandpa Vince. I also included what I think is a sweet picture of my two grandpas, Papa and Harvey (we called my dad’s parents Jane and Harvey). I have said it before and I will say it again – grandparents are just the best.
Alex and his dad at 6 months
Kinsey, Papa and Harvey at 6 months
Kinsey and her daddy at 6 months
My sweet Papa got Zach a highchair which he desperately needed. Trying to feed him while he leaned out of his Bumbo in an attempt to eat his feet was just not working any longer. The highchair is great! I can strap him in via the 5 point harness (naturally), and it rolls right under the bar in the kitchen so it stays out of the way. He is not really set on it yet, basically due to the 5 point harness as he does like for his mobility to be limited.
Zach and his friend Wyatt are best buddies. They are 3 days apart and have been together since birth and before, really. Wyatt has been at Zach’s daycare for a while, which was a huge help to us both. Wyatt is the advanced boy in the group – there is always one. He rolls over (both ways), was holding himself up early and now he has teeth. Ummmm the boys are only 5 and 1/2 months old. While some mothers might feel threatened, as I tell his mother Tracy all the time – thank heavens you are going first. I get to see what is coming for us and have Tracy to talk with about it when we finally get there. But so far, my little angel is content to stare and eat his hands, kick his legs up to eat his toes, and refuse, REFUSE to roll over. And teeth? Pu-lease, there is no chance that boy is getting teeth anytime soon. It took me a really, really long time to get teeth and unless he takes after his father on that front, I will be pureeing his food for quite a bit longer.